Southern Musings

What do you do when you send your son in after chicken and then never get around to cooking it that day? If you were planning on making a chicken finger recipe that takes two days to make and you are too lazy to start it like I was, you improvise.

My husband came home last night with a bottle of lemon pepper spice. That is totally out of character for him. I had to take advantage of that, right? He asked nicely for me to start the chicken. It was actually boneless skinless chicken breast that my son had picked up. My dear sweet husband decided it needed cutting into smaller pieces since it was so late. So of course, since it was his suggestion, he got delegated the task.

While he cut up the chicken into smaller strips, I turned the oven on at 350 degrees and sprayed the pans and slashed a little olive oil in the pan. As he cut the chicken, he placed them in the pan. As I was thanking him for his help, he walked out of the room. Thank heavens for small miracles! I really did not want him to know how easy the rest of the preparations were. I sprinkled a little olive oil on top of the chicken followed by a very light sprinkling of the lemon pepper seasoning.

Placing it in the oven finished my part of the cooking task for the night. Shhh! Don’t tell him how easy it was. He needs to think that I do something all day besides sit in front of this computer and type. He fixed the other dishes and we sat down to dinner. We ended up having way more than we could eat that night. The leftovers were packaged in a vacuum seal bag. Tonight, while my husband ate a bowl of canned chili, I was thrilled to have the luxury of munching out on a lemon pepper chicken sandwich with pepper jack cheese.

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